259: 109.
The Legend of the Creation of Life 259: 109.
The Legend of the Creation of Life By the ti Mr.
Fischer returned to his rented room, it was almost half past ten, and he had that runaway carriage driver to bla.
He had to run a good distance to get back to the direction of the city and catch a carriage, and he had no idea how Anna managed to return.
However, Mr.
Fischer wasn’t worried about her safety.
The first ti he t Anna at the Pink Hall, he felt a very dangerous aura about her.
Though he didn’t understand her specific thods, she was certainly no pushover.
When he got ho, Lady Martha had already retired for the night, which conveniently spared him her inquisition about him and Elizabeth.
But recently, Mr.
Fischer really felt as if things with Elizabeth were becoming indescribable.
Every ti he was with her, there seed to be a subtle atmosphere of separation, as if obscured by a thin veil, and he could easily tear it down if he reached out.
Just like earlier in the café, if Mr.
Fischer wished, he could simply lower his head and capture Elizabeth’s lips, tasting the flavor of the elder princess so revered by the Nali people.
But precisely because Elizabeth was the elder princess of the Royal Family, being in love with her always ant shouldering a trendous responsibility…
Their most perfect ti was when they were at the Royal College.
Back then, Mr.
Fischer had no one to rely upon and sincerely adored the princess sitting beside him, reading books together.
Mr.
Fischer had no harassnt from the Doomsday Prophecy, nor debts of affection like those between Renie and Rafael, and he knew nothing of Elizabeth’s true nature; Elizabeth was quiet, skilled in concealnt, like the most perfect lady in the world, eliciting love and cherishnt.
If at that ti both Elizabeth and Mr.
Fischer had been more courageous and proactive—if she had realized her mistakes and been willing to take responsibility for her actions, and Mr.
Fischer had not chosen to quietly distance himself but instead approached to communicate with her—perhaps they would not now be trapped in this awkward stalemate.
The affections left over from their youth entangled them like ropes, preventing them from drifting too far from each other, yet when they truly wished to draw close, reality always maintained a certain distance…
Mr.
Fischer and Elizabeth thus were at an impasse with each other, neither willing to let go…
Hmm, it sounds a bit like the plot of a tragic romance novel, but reality often lacks such overt emotions; there’s only their silent consensus.
When asked for a solution, they probably both thought there was no better answer than “we’ll talk about it in the future.”
Mr.
Fischer shook his head, temporarily setting aside these thoughts, preparing to “talk about it in the future.”
At this mont, as he pushed open the door to his room, he found that the lights were off and the couch was empty, Moli’s figure nowhere to be seen.
He frowned and glanced towards the closed window, confirming she hadn’t gone out, before he strolled towards the washroom.
In Mr.
Fischer’s view, the washroom was pitch dark, and the long dress he had made for Moli was neatly folded on a stool in the room.
Then, Mr.
Fischer reached out to turn on the washroom light, and sure enough, the bathtub in the room was filled with water, and Moli lay there, naked and serene, as if she were asleep.
She clearly had heard the sound of Mr.
Fischer turning on the light, but it took her five seconds to open her eyes, as if there was a significant delay.
Mr.
Fischer glanced at her only for a mont before averting his eyes and casually turned off the washroom light to avoid embarrassnt.
“Moli?”
He softly called out but was t with silence.
“…”
Moli did not imdiately respond to Mr.
Fischer’s call.
Mr.
Fischer thought she might be ill or sothing.
Just as he was about to approach her, he saw the whale tail and long ears on her body simultaneously light up with a faint glow.
Only after the glow had completely brightened did Moli seem to awaken, frantically covering herself as she sat up in the bathtub,
“F-F-F-Fischer…”
She spoke in a flustered, bashful manner, and her tail trembled slightly, splashing water.
Seeing that she was okay, Mr.
Fischer stepped back several paces all the way to the washroom door,
“What happened to you just now?
I thought you were ill.”
Earlier she had lain peacefully in the water, like a steam engine that had stopped moving, and even when she heard Mr.
Fischer’s voice and opened her eyes, she was much slower than others would be.
“Ah?
Ill…
No, I’m not ill.
I’ve just been on land too long, so I need to spend so ti in the water.
The longer I stay on land, the more ti I need to spend in water to recover,” she explained.
Mr.
Fischer stood at the doorway, leaning against the wall leading to the washroom, and asked,
“So that’s why you used to swim frequently at the pool when you were at Saint Nali University?”
“Mhm…”
Moli answered,
“Although we can move freely on land, we can’t stay there too long.
If we don’t co into contact with water for an extended period, we tend to feel very fatigued, almost suffocated, and our reactions slow down…”
Slow to react?
Fischer suddenly rembered that when he was at Saint Nali University, he had noticed that Moli’s movents and reactions were sotis fast and sotis slow.
He had thought it was just her ditsy personality, but it turned out to be a trait of the Whale-man Species.
“So that’s how it is.
I used to wonder how you Ocean Subhumans could co onto land so normally…”
“Ah, actually, it’s because all life cos from a common source.
All living creatures share similarities and differences.
When I was a child, my mother told a legend about how Lord Ramasitia created life.”
“Oh?”
Fischer was very interested in the legend passed down in Whale-man society, because you could always discover many unique characteristics of a race from its beliefs and cultural customs.
For example, mbers of the Dragon-man Species love alcohol and flas, which have created their bold, generous, and cheerful personalities, and this can roughly explain why the ancient Fermat Baha Dragon Court was so tolerant.
Fischer listened attentively, and the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual in his arms began to warm up slightly, validating his thoughts,
“The legend says that Ramasitia created all life.
In Lord Ramasitia’s long, deep, and lonely slumber, He thought of creating life to keep Him company, so He wouldn’t be so alone anymore.
As soon as He thought about it, countless vibrant lives appeared out of nowhere all over the world.”
“But at first, the lives created by Lord Ramasitia had no consciousness of their own.
The more He created, the more intense His loneliness beca.
So He began trying to create conscious beings.
He first created humans, and then, fearing that they would feel as lonely as Himself, He started creating different companions for them.”
“Lady Ramasitia was too loving.
While creating life, She always rembered the good traits of other creatures.
This led to later creations being more complex and incorporating many of the advantages of previously created beings.”
“My mother said that we, the Whale-man Species, are among the last few creatures that Ramasitia created…
Hehe, because She was too loving, She forgot that the initial purpose of creating life was to have soone to keep Her company.
Therefore, Ocean Subhumans like us were created later on, and often have a mix of traits from many creatures.
We can breathe on land because of that.”
“I asked Lord Ramasitia about it before, but He never told these details.
I don’t know if the legend is sothing my mother made up because she loves to exaggerate…
However, Lord Ramasitia once said that the greatest trait of life is balance.
So beings possess sothing, and as a consequence, abandon sothing else elsewhere.”
As Fischer listened, he suddenly thought of “Life Rank,” a concept that Elliog had ntioned before.
From her words, it was not hard to guess that humans are quite far down in the Life Rank.
Although she didn’t despise humans, Fischer could faintly sense that her kin or so other creatures held humans in contempt.
If one were to deduce based on Moli’s legend, could it an that the earlier Ramasitia created life, the lower its rank, and the later, the higher its rank?
In all fairness, if you were to ask Fischer to do without Magic and the boost from the Demi-human Girls Completion Manual and face an adult Dragon-man Species in single combat, he’d likely be defeated in less than a round.
So demi-humans naturally have physiological advantages.
But upon reflection, that didn’t seem quite right either.
According to the legend, Ramasitia should have created the demi-humans on land first, then those in the sea.
That would an that the life rank of ocean creatures should be higher than those on land.
But Bai Mu and Lingna don’t seem to be on the sa level as those Dragon-man Species or Demon Species living on land…
Hmm, it seems relying solely on legends to explain this doesn’t quite work out.
“Ah, I forgot to ask if the teacher found any clues about the Healing Room, and here I’ve gone rambling…”
Moli seed to have gotten out of the tub, and the sound of water droplets hitting the floor pattered away.
She gently reached out to grab her dress from her hands, while Fischer also walked to the door to turn on the light.
He briefed Moli on the clues about the Healing Room, and she, having just changed her dress, ca out, listened to Fischer’s lengthy explanations, and pursed her lips in half-understanding before nodding and summarizing,
“I…
I understand.
Anyway, since I’ll be going out with Mr.
Fischer too, I’ll be able to help.”
Yeah, from what she said, it was clear she didn’t really grasp what Fischer had ntioned about the clues, she figured she just needed to follow whatever Mr.
Fischer does.
Fischer, sowhat amused and frustrated at how easy Moli was to fool, rembered how she struggled to balance the energy she absorbed from everywhere and reminded her,
“The most important thing is for you to find balance yourself, isn’t it?
Have you found a way to deal with that?”
“While you were engraving magic, I tried to control the curse inside , but…
it’s too much, it needs a long ti to calm down, especially if there’s a battle…”
Moli looked carefully at Fischer, but not wanting to be a negative example, she clenched her fist and cheered herself on,
“But…
I’ll try hard!”
Seeing her cute resolve, Fischer couldn’t help but reach out to touch her wet blue hair, fragrant with a hint of flowers.
Barely touching it, Fischer quickly withdrew his hand.
But Moli blushed and squinted her eyes in pleasure, her ears fanning happily.
“Good luck.”
“…Yeah.”
*Sigh*…
If he pets like that, has Mr.
Fischer agreed to let himself be knocked out and dragged back to the sea by ?
Moli entertained these whimsical thoughts as she fiddled with her dress.
Fischer, anwhile, was turning to make a phone call downstairs.
It was half past ten at night, and that junior should still be awake.
He needed to call Keken to ask for his help getting into the charity gala this coming weekend.
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